Dreamy...

Was I born in the wrong era? I'm currently living in a place where chivalry is dead & if a guy just doesn't seem that into you then no, he really isn't that into you! This generation of tattooed rappers & cut out bikinis. Nothing's wrong with this era but I have this mad love for the retro times. And watching this short film "Lonely Boy" totally added more to my love for the back in the day.

It's about heartthrob singer Paul Anka. You should see this guy. Smile, style. Clean cut style that I ah-dore. The whole suit & tie shabang. And on casual days a short sleeved button up, tucked in, mind you. When he meets his fans he looks her in the eye, grabs her chin, and wait for it... kisses her on the cheek. He'll put his arm around her shoulder and ask the sobbing teen, "Are you ok?" On top of that he sings like an aaaaaangel. Ok, not an angel, but think Michael Buble. Too bad the documentary showed that he was pretty fucked up & really did the whole entertaining thing for chicks&sex. But if I were a teen back then & I heard "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" then I defintely wouldn't mind being one of those crying, screaming fans. He was dreamy.

Note: was. He has a receding hairline + he grew his hair out in a ponytail. Guh-ross.

I might possibly be swooning over a pre-60s hearthrob because I feel rather neglected this week, but hey. Whateyvs. I think I'll go put on some pearls & play "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" on my laptop. :]

<3 Ing